Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.